"Never mind how I know." Yu Lin Bloodhawk waved a hand and asked gravely, "How long has it been?"
Morina knew Yu Lin Bloodhawk was asking how long they had been feeding magic power to the demon, but she did not understand why he wanted to know.
"Not long. About ten years!" Morina said.
For the Highborne High Elves, ten years was indeed not long. It was practically no time at all.
The Highborne High Elves of Dire Maul were different from the High Elves of Quel'Thalas. They were Highborne High Elves who had never suffered the agonizing torment of arcane addiction after the Well of Eternity exploded, so they retained physiques as strong as those of Night Elves and nearly eternal lifespans.
The High Elves of Quel'Thalas, on the other hand, were the fortunate survivors among the original Highborne High Elves after the explosion of the Well of Eternity. Arcane addiction had tormented them, killing vast numbers and exacting a host of other terrible costs: their bodies had become thinner and shorter, and they had lost their eternal lives. Only after founding the new Elf Kingdom of Quel'Thalas had they renamed themselves High Elves, so their descendants would remember this bitter chapter in their ancestors' history.
"Only ten years, and you've already grown this weak? You can't even defeat a handful of Ogres?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk frowned, but then he remembered how vast numbers of Wretched had appeared among the High Elves of Quel'Thalas within just a few years after Arthas destroyed the Sunwell, all because of arcane addiction. His confusion faded.
"...Well..." Morina opened her mouth to say something, only to find that something seemed to be blocking her throat. She could not offer a single word in their defense. "...Yes," she finally said, forlorn and sorrowful.
"If